O Boeng Meala picturesquely in ruin,
As if Gods shut all the doors for you in,
The doors to the Heaven seem closed firmly,
Just what's left to see are ruins, completely.
O my Kingdom, the Kingdom of Wonders,
Each and every tourist on you ponders,
How pretty grandiose the Days of your Birth,
You were in Angkor, Number One on Earth.
O works and architecture of the Khmer,
Heritage of the world left on earth there,
Now in wrecks and ruins, miserably seen.
The Great Khmer Empire is left as has-been.
© rbu_spp 2:44 pm July 31, 2014 Sao Puthpong
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As if Gods shut all the doors for you in,
The doors to the Heaven seem closed firmly,
Just what's left to see are ruins, completely.
O my Kingdom, the Kingdom of Wonders,
Each and every tourist on you ponders,
How pretty grandiose the Days of your Birth,
You were in Angkor, Number One on Earth.
O works and architecture of the Khmer,
Heritage of the world left on earth there,
Now in wrecks and ruins, miserably seen.
The Great Khmer Empire is left as has-been.
© rbu_spp 2:44 pm July 31, 2014 Sao Puthpong
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